The Hobo Song

There was a time, when lonely men would wander

Through this land rolling aimlessly along

So many times, I've heard of their sad story

Written in the words of dead men's songsDown through the years, many men have yearned for freedom

Some found it only on the open road

So many tears of blood have fell around us

'Cause you can't always do what you are toldPlease tell me, where have all the hobos gone to?

I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad track

Could it be that, time has gone and left them?

Tied up in life's eternal traveling sackLast Sunday night, I wrote a letter to my loved one

I signed my name and knew I'd stayed away too long

There was a time when my heart was free to wander

And I remember as I sing this 'Hobo Song'